I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

Just the thought of you fills my heart with love.

A mafia could never kill an alliance. That’s how you become safe from the enemy, you befriend them.

Time flies by so fast, I wish I can go back

I think that it's a myth that there's one job that makes your whole career, unless you're winning an Oscar. But even that doesn't work for some people.

The implication that there was something wrong with the war plan is amusing.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

I have no commiseration for princes. My sympathies are reserved for the great mass of mankind ….

I don't really mind criticism in music or in shows and stuff like that at all. I mean, it doesn't really worry me even if it's like out of place. At least it's relevant.

Jesus Christ was the biggest blight on the human race, he was. And all them socialists and communists - second rate Christianity.

An unanswered question is a fine traveling companion. It sharpens your eye for the road.